Cinder strolls through the room as she enters, and grabs something alcoholic off a tray as she seats herself at the table with the rest of Andromeda's Answer. She grimaces at some of the toasts. "Well we released a rampaging giant monster to fight the tarrasque, so that was fun. To giant monster fights!" She cheers with her glass raised before downing the glass of... something...

When Gandalf speaks and hands her the wand and she is able to remain silent and still for a few seconds, just long enough to pay attention. She places the scrolls somewhere safe to be looked at later but is fascinated by the wand thing. It was far more mechanical than she was used to and had a trigger mechanism. Throwing cation to the wind, Cinder pulles the trigger briefly, and a gout of flame erupted from the end of the wand. Cinders face erupts into a grin and hugs her new toy to her chest. "You should not have given this to me. I'm going to be soo irresponsible with it. But no take-backsies!"

Gandalf gives Cinder a disapproving look as fire sprays from her hand toward the ceiling of the room.  

"Did you forget that this whole room is made of wood!?"  He says admonishingly.  He keeps digging in the bag and moving around, handing things out to the gathered heroes.  

He hands Greko the White a ring and gives him a wink.  

"I think you can make better use of this than I ever could."

He then steps closer to Jek and reaches into the bag, before producing to the little Lightless a roll with a staff and chainmail inside.    

"And I think that your new path may need a bit of a start."  

He then hands Lady Kaede a fine kabuto helmet.  

Travin claps and laughs giddily as Cinder nearly sets the place on fire, "These are good gifts yeh yeh! Keep thems coming! Hmm? Fire and armours and ringses, lots of shinies! What does travin gets yeh yeh! Travin next hmm!?" The junk creature starts rocking back and forth on his chair hanging onto the table and giggling as his junk pile clanks rhythmically, for once he is completely ignoring the food and is completely engrossed in the gift giving ceremony.

     Sitting a bit askew from anyone else, Nodjeim watches the gathering with a wary eye.  This gathering was different to the one he was transported to that started the chaos that his life has become recently but it had the telltale signs of once again being nothing but mayhem.  The group was less strange now since he has passed some time with a few of the people here even though not enough to get to know them.  The group was more strange now since he has passed some time with a few and gotten to know a few things...  They were generally not sane and common things.  These people were bedlam's own foot soldiers whether they fought on the side of good or not!

     It was the Tiefling which caused his eyes to narrow, however.  Or the other Tiefling, anyway.  The one not him.  Whatever she was, she was not a Diabhal, not one of his people.  She was also an agent of bedlam.  Of bedlam and of fire.  Definitely a firebug, that one...  She offered up a toast but Nodjeim was hesitant to raise his glass.  He was unsure what the celebrating of giant rampaging monsters fighting and destroying all in their paths was supposed to help...  But Nodjeim was thirsty so he did drink even if he did not toast.

Jek keeps pestering his band mates "Come on, what did you get? Come on... Wait, I think Gandalf just said my name." 

Jek goes up and bows to Gandalf. He accepts the bundle from him. "Oh my. Umm. Thank you! Thank you very much! Oh.... Wow!"

Jek goes back to the table. "Alright, let's try it on!" He goes to remove his cloak, then stops. He looks around the room. "No peeking!" He raises his hand up, and a ring of red velvet curtains goes up around him, obscuring him from view. There is a rustling of cloth, then the sound of the chainmail and of something crystalline hitting the ground. "Oh geeze. Glad that didn't break!" There is more rustling for the next few minutes. Then, the curtain drops. Standing there is Jek, with a chainmail shirt on, cloak over the shirt. In one hand, he's holding a hollow glass staff; in the other, a metallic wand with a frozen blue flame at the end. "Oh.... OH I like these!"   He starts to spin the staff, trying to do a cool move. However, he forgets he's holding the wand, doesn't catch the staff right, fumbles it, and drops it again. "Oh no! That is actually is more resilient than it looks! Umm, thanks for the presents Gandalf. I'm sorry I keep dropping it."

Gandalf laughs as he moves past Jek, and then, for some reason, notices Travin doing...well.  Whatever bizarre thing Travin is doing.  Something is sticking out of the junkpile.  

"Ah, an opportunity to perform a true magic trick."  He says as he reaches into the junk and pulls something out.  Whatever...wh...well.  It's a strange thing to be sure.  A sword with a fat handle and a toothed blade.  It is no doubt a powerful weapon, as it has a name engraved on the blade.  

Husqvarna.

"Something tells me you should not be allowed to possess such a powerful weapon, but here we are."  Gandalf frowns as he gingerly puts Husqvarna in Travin's hands and moves on to Lelith.  A bundle, inside of which is a ruby and a book.  He moves on down the line, handing two rolled up scrolls to Malenia.  When he gets to Nodjeim, the bundle he hands the warrior is a fine cloak, inside of which are two exquisitely battleaxes.  

"I hope none of you make me regret this but I am certain that Travin will.  And probably Prince Adam too..."  

He stops in front of the newly proclaimed noble and digs in the sack before pulling out two more scrolls and handing them to him.  

He then gives Kit-Tik a scroll and a fancy looking tool.  

As Ward sees Gandalf giving out gifts he grins and turns around to work on something. Quickly casting Druidcraft multiple times, and he turns back around with a hat of red and white petals resembling a santa hat and goes invisible. Sneaking behind Gandalf and putting the hat on his head before scurrying back to the table and reappearing with a shit-eating grin.

Travin has eyes the size of saucers as he makes 'gimmie' hand toward Gandalf, receiving his present he immediately inspects the bizzare device.

A lid that opens to a reservoir on the top of the fat handle, a little lever that goes back and forth, a pull cord, and the blade has little teeth on a track that seem to move... Travin instinctually drops the device in one hand pulling the cord up in the other and it bursts into life, pushing the lever back and forth revs the machine up, sending the teeth along the track with a roar and an imperceptible speed.

"Hmmmm makes Gandalf regret this? Gandalf cans count on Travin! Yeh yeh" he then tears his chair directly in half with the chainedsaw giggling as he does.

The room is filled with the angry roar of the weapon as it slices the chair in two deftly, and leaves the table and the feast covered in saw dust.  Gandalf's lips pinch together in tight little line as he stares at Travin.  

Adam nods to Gandalf and does a half bow.  “These will be put to good use.  Thank you Gandalf.  Travin what the hell are you doing with that thing?”

With a grand flourish, the exterior doors of the great hall are slammed open, and in walks a little teenage girl, resplendent in her perfectly coiffed hair and immaculately lacquered armor. With a stoic look on her face, betraying no emotion at all, she looks over the hall, wondering where she fits in. Finally noticing the chairs at the end of the hall, slightly raised above all the others in the hall, she quickly darts towards them and sits down on one, placing her many swords and daggers on the table in front of her. Sitting ramrod straight, her style and standoffish personality exude her noble background.

Giving off an air of snobbish, she sits there expecting to have her every whim taken care of. Nobles are beyotches, and could care less of what others think of them. That is, unless those others are nobles themselves.

Lady Kaede quickly recognizes the “new” noble, Adam, but after listening to his speech she internally scoffs at his lack of candor and free-wheeling monologue. To no one but herself, she quietly mumbles “It is the man who drinks the first bottle of sakè, then the second bottle drinks the first, and finally it is the sakè that drinks the man.”

When an aarakocra waiter walks by, she lifts a single finger as if to gain the attention of the help. The aarakocra doesn’t even notice her. Growing frustrated by not being immediately waited upon (she’s used to that…), she closes her eyes and settles herself and her growing anger. After a brief meditation, she re-opens her eyes and this time gives a friendly wave to one of the waiters. Ordering a steeping hot pot of tea, she sits back and strangely enough, starts to enjoy people watching, as if you are all entertainment for her.

Gandalf swishes by in his resplendent red robes and jingley bells, and drops off a fascinating present for her, mentioning nothing but giving her a humorous knowing wink. Kaede eyes the box suspiciously, wondering what the box is. Does it contain some sort of trickery?  Perhaps a surprise magic that will pop out and attempt to frighten her for the entertainment of those in the hall? There’s only one way to know for sure…

Cautiously, she opens the mystery box and pulls out a fearsome steel helm, perfectly matching her Ō-yoroi armor. With a mischievous grin, she quickly puts the helmet on and you notice that her face has completely disappeared into shadows, replaced with two glowing red eyes. From the shadows, you can hear a teenaged giggle…

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Adam nods to Gandalf and does a half bow.  “These will be put to good use.  Thank you Gandalf.  Travin what the hell are you doing with that thing?”

Travin turns to Adam, the sawdust cascading off of him as he moves, the grin doesn't fade from the junkman's face as the saw stops whirring, "practice! Yeh yeh! What did Adam gets hmm?" 

“Knowledge.”  He points to his noggin.  “Smarts and skills my man.  I…” insert Bruce Lee moves here, “am learning the ways of the Jedi….”  And a big shit eating grin goes from ear to ear on Ker-Adam’s face.

Wo-Dan watches the ceremony continue through the party, then watches in horror as the strange, smelly little man activates his horrific weapon. Clapping his hands over his ears he bellows.

"By the Order! What IS that thing? Gandalf!!! What horror do you inflict on us? That weapons has a roar worse then a dragon!"

Greko received his gift from Gandalf noticing it was one Gandalf had worn as long as he's known him. Greko smiles and thanks Gandalf before moving to the back of the room. He watches his friends and the Dawn Guard receive their gifts. He's proud that some have overcome great trials and disappointed, not mad, just disappointed that others resorted to such brash tactics that nearly destroyed an entire town and killed its people. He watches the Dawn Guard receive their gifts and shakes his head at their childlike demeanor. They wildly swing their weapons and show off karate moves. Greko wonders how they are still alive...oh that's right, he saved them. Greko figures within the next week he will have to pull the Dawn Guard out of a near death situation or at the very least a gutter somewhere. Deep, deep down Greko hopes the Dawn Guard do need him so he can hold it over them but he also hopes nothing bad happens to them. There's a small, very small, piece of him that likes the Dawn Guard....although like may be a strong word. Although Greko misses the comradery of his friends he leaves the chamber, whistles for his bat, Baturday, and leaves. 

Ward notices Greko's nod and then exit. Disappearing from his seat and reappearing next to Greko. "I appreciate the save friend, and while I know we are, destructive, we do care." Then taking a small wooden token, on it the image of a tree with a portal, and in front of the tree a vine-covered staff. "From one druid to another, I have strayed from the path I wished to follow should I wake again. But I must try to save those I can, by any means." Ward says, tilting his head down for a moment before extending an arm to Greko, and when he begins to leave Ward will shout so that others can hear. "Try not to have a heart attack on the way down you old fart." Ward yells with a wave and a laugh.

Greko pauses at Ward's speaking "Thank you Ward for the token. It is never to late to find the path back to the road you wish to follow. Your friends need a guiding hand, I hope you can be that person for them." Greko says quietly to Ward before leaving and chuckling at the old fart dig

The hat lands on Gandalf's head...and the old mage laughs before clapping Ward on the back. 

"Please tell me it doesn't explode."  He jokes to Ward as he digs in his bag and hands Rum a book and a scroll.  He steps on, keeping a watchful eye on Travin while approaching Shavaris.  

"Another plea from me; don't be like the rest of your cadre of degenerates."  He says as he places a burlap roll in her hands.  Red light shimmers from inside.  "Be careful with these.  In the hands of a lone wielder they're dangerous.  In the hands of you and Eloise, they're lethal."  

He moves on to Thea and hands her a scroll as well as a box full of pigments.  

"Not yet. Those models need a bit more testing." Ward grins as he walks back to the table and sits down

After sitting and observing the room full of court jesters, Lady Kaede just shakes her head and mumbles to herself “It is a wretched thing that the young men of today are so contriving and so proud of their material possessions. Men with contriving hearts are lacking in duty. Lacking in duty, they will have no self-respect.”

Just then, a waiter walks in with her steaming hot tea, and a plate of polished white rice and miso soup. Stomach growling, she thought to herself “Now!  A meal worthy of my status!”